Hades and I looked at each other, then swiftly exited the truck. Walking around slowly, keeping on alert for anything that seems out of place. The camera was looking directly at the road coming in, and upon further investigation, there were two more cameras covering the empty field.
Through the trees, I thought I saw something unusual. I moved closer, and sure enough, a camouflaged motor home sat nestled between trees. It looked old, like it had sat there for a while. I got Hades attention, and we swiftly and quietly moved in.
Each of us flanked one side of the door, and I tried the handle. To my surprise, it was unlocked.
I opened the door as quietly as I could, and Hades and I stepped in.
The first thing that hit me was the awful smell. It smelled of old beer and rotting food. I had a look around, beer cans were stacked up high and takeout containers had flies buzzing. I looked at Hades as I covered my nose with my shirt.
"Apparently he's left a while ago," I said, eyes starting to water from the stench.
"Apparently," he said. "We still have to look for clues."
Of course. I wanted to go outside and vomit, but let's look for clues like Scooby Doo! How fun!
I nodded, trying not to speak. The more I opened my mouth the more I could taste the stench. I should put in a request for some invention made for covering smells completely.
We rummaged through the motor home, not finding much besides flies and maggots, and then turned to leave. As I was walking back towards the door, my footstep sounded off. Not by a little, but by a lot. I looked down and saw a rug not much bigger than a welcome mat. I nudged it over with my foot, and lo and behold. A trap door.
Perfect! Now we're going under the frickin ground.